A Call To The Dark Elves

[Song Druid 1486]

((No, it isn't.  It's bad RP and makes no sense.

 

Anyways, spoke with Ura, only his Character and Khel know any of it, got the wrong impression lol.  So it's all good.  Although I'm still unsure why the Dark Elves are referring to themselves as Drow...))

[Matthewable 1]

Mathazar was sitting in his dark home in the wilds of Anthos when suddenly he heard a knock on the door. Mathazar stands up and walks near the door. He takes a little peak trough the window next to the door. There was a man standing outside, he had a long cloak and his head was not visible because of the shadows.. Malthazar opend the door and asked what the man was doing in the middle of the night in front of his door. The man said nothing, only he took a black envolope out of his cloak and gave it to Mathazar. “Thank you strange man”, he said. Mathazar walks inside and sitts down in a chair in the corner of the room. He noticed a large emblem on the letter. Mathazar opens the letter and begins reading.

 

“For whoever receives this letter, you have been asked to help decided the fate of our people. In the past, this was done, yet held no true

results. I call upon a meeting of the Dark Elves, the Drow. For too
long we have strived to create something for ourselves, and achieved
little to nothing. Yet now is the time to take it, now is the time to
take our own lives, take our own way of life, take back what was
lost. We will regain our strength that innately flows through our
vines, and cast off the weakness we have gained through the course of time.

 

The Calling of the Drow, the dark elves, can be answered on the elven
path when one exits malinor. There along the road lies the ruins of
those who come before us. Here, we will begin the true future of our
race. I encourage you to show this to others of our kind you deem
worthy of true strength.”

 

 

Mathazar immediately grabs his coat and leaves to the elven lands. Not knowing what to expect.

[Enyahs V. 173]

((The Mori and the Dark elves are on good terms. They(or any other race) can still learn the Mori tongue, it's just forbidden to do so. ))

((Correction. We are good terms witht he dark elf village that lived above us. And we accepted people into the city that chose to follow our laws. Which means all dark elven men who came down to menorcress, unless they earned respect they were basically slaves. The females though were able to do as they wish though. So, yes. We had an open door possibly for dark elves and almost anyone else to be technical. But the only dark elves that were allowed to live as if they were citizens of Menorcress was Enyahs, Kerhal, and Urasept and their follows, which would be looked upon as slaves to them. So, to call us on good terms is BIT of a stretch.))

[Song Druid 1486]

((No matter, spoke with Ura it's all cleared up now, proceed ^.^))

[Cyndikate 2303]

((Yes it is, because it's lore breaking as the language was the official language of an entirely different race that isn't even in Anthos currently. Literally never have the Dark Elves been called Drow, nor have they used this language.))

((Dark elves not considered Drow? Well neither are Mori))

((nvm))

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

Rhazev rolls his eyes and simply states;

 

"Making yet another town won't solve anything. We all just need to sort out the real problems."

[Gemmylou 484]

Eira stares coldly at Azula and growls very quietly, only audible to Urasept. She grips the back of his coat, making a fist with her hand and grits her teeth muttering 

"How dare you. Are you that much of an imbecile that you think he started it?!" 

She shakes her head letting out a steady breath, her eyes still narrowed but goes back to looking around the circle to not draw attention to herself. 

[Goldd 126]

Xexus Nightheart waves his hand dismissing all the idiotic blabber and bickering.

 

"Moving past your annoying and useless bickering and sad stories, Khel has called this meeting to talk of the town beyond the forest. Will you, the children of Velulaei travel to and live in this village? I believe he wants your opinions, and your concerns on the topic of another village."

[Damperstorm 3]

Beyond the vision of anyone in the dark elf meeting lies a man, watching, listening, understanding. It is all he does, his mind twisted, his senses improved, his body trained. He is not the boy he once was. His opinions lie unknown for now while he is believed... dead.

 

(( This has made me start thinking of how I can bring Danle back for actual fun. But, I will not do so for a good while at least. Might not even bring him back. ))

[Dromui 755]

Azel studies Urasept, the woman with him and then to Azula. His face seems to go from one to neutrality to that of a sneer, his eyes regarding Azula coldly. He then looks to Goroth, laughing at him, but under his breath as not to cause any problems. He once again steps out from the fire, annoyed by almost everything happening around them. Azel studies the Nightheart, then the Klaren once more, and his gaze once again drops onto the NIghtheart. 

 

"The great families, the original families..." He lets the words hang in the air. "They cease to matter in the future home of the Drow. We will all be equal, with the exception of those who uphold the law and our leader. They will be there to keep the peace." He crosses his arms, blocking the reflection of the light from his black armor, rivaling that of Goroth's. "Xexus, all religions that do not cause chaos and confusion will be allowed in the city. From my knowledge, the main church will not be the church of Velulaei, so feel free not to spout her name in everything you do." Azel smiles, not in a mocking way, but in more of a way to show he is being honest. His gaze drops onto Azula once more. "You cause chaos, you cause problems, and you are nothing more than a minor annoyance to those of us who have more important things to do then deal with you..." Azel once more allows his words to hang heavy in the air. "If it was my choice, you would not be allowed in this new home for those very reasons. You tread on thin ice Azula... Remember that." Azel then turns to Urasept and Eira. He drops his head down in a nod/bow. "Greetings Master Urasept and his lovely... Wife, sister, cousin?" Azel has no idea and just spouts possibilities. "It is glad to see you two defend the honor of the Uruk." He grins, a sly and friendly grin. "From now on, refrain from arguing, otherwise this would all be in vein. 

[Dyn 149]

Dyn ponders for a moment before turning back to face Urasept and his wife.

"I apologize for my words. It was wrong to insult you in such a way without proper thought of how you would feel. And the reason I'm shouting is because I'm all the way back here."

[Goldd 126]

Xexus Nightheart rather annoyed at the young Azel clears his throat. His amethyst eyes shine with defiance, age and a tinge of mystery.

 

"Before you talk with such importance and confidence think of the words of you have spoken. Original families? Great Families? There is no such thing and we do not hold any power and never have..."

 

He strokes his hair then continues.

 

"As for religion, if you do not accept Velulaei that is fine, but I am curious to know your "MAIN" religion." 

[Dromui 755]

Azel smiles, a sign of friendship and respect for the Elder Elf.

"I have never said they were anything special, but Elves of these familes look down upon others, Goroth Klaren and his bunch included. The Shadeleaf family on the other hand..." Azel laughs "Love them... But my main religion..." He stares up into the sky for a long minute, pondering his own thoughts before looking back down and watching Xexus. "I have no main religion, nor will the city... I fight for Justice, Honor, and what is good. If there was a deity for such things, that would be my own."

[Maki 9]

Dusk stands behind a tree, his black robe blending him in extremely well except for the red trimming and his half-mask of shining white. Next to him stands another figure, this one in white robes trimmed with cyan. This figure, Dawn, also has half of a mask, on the opposite side of her face. The two dark elves nod at the idea of their kind coming together as one strong people.

[balluffip 35]

Randomly, Sathoro comes crashing down onto the grass next to the group after failing to climb a tree. Grunting, he raises his head, exposing his messed up, deathly black hair and emerald eyes. Holding up the letter with a groggy look, Sathoro asks "A-Am I late?"

 

((So sorry for not being around last week or this week, I had a musical I was in and I stopped lotc temporarily to focus my attention on it. Now that it's over I'm here to rp again.))